Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
The more I learn about her life, how she grew up, the things she's been through, and how she pushed for more for herself only makes me fall deeper for her. It only solidifies what I knew from the second I saw her. She was meant for me. That no matter which path I took in life, it would have eventually led me to her.
“Sir.”
“What?” I snap at Aaron as he enters my office.
“Tonight is the Wilkins Fundraiser.” Fuck me. I forgot, and there is no way I can get out of that one. There is a red carpet, and people are going to be all over us, trying to ask questions.
“I need you to send over whatever a woman would need to get Jules ready. Cynthia should have some dresses and shoes she can bring over.” She’s already started filling up her closet. I told her to keep an eye out for some dresses because Julieta would need them at some point.
“Right away.” Aaron leaves my office as quickly as he can.
Not that I can blame him. I’ve turned into an asshole since Jules started freezing me out. I’m barely hanging on here. No matter what I do, I can’t seem to hold her attention. I’m not exactly sure what I did, but I know I’ve done something to make her act this way. Jules isn’t cold by nature. There is a sadness in her eyes at times when I do catch her glancing my way when she thinks I’m not looking. But I don’t miss a thing when it comes to my Jules because I’m always looking.
I’m almost to the point of throwing all of my cards on the table, letting her know why I really did this. What’s the worst that could happen? When my mom is around, Jules falls right into the role of my wife. That shit fucks me up too. I get a taste of what I’m always craving and then it’s ripped away from me.
For the rest of the day, I try to stay busy. The time drags by. At least for a few hours tonight, I’ll have Julieta pressed into my side with her sweet smell surrounding me. Then we’re going to sit down and talk. One way or another, I’m going to figure out what changed.
My mind always drifts back to the shower we took together and how I’d slid my finger inside her coated in my cum. I thought she’d been with me at that moment. After she’d come out, she offered me her mouth in a kiss. Everything felt fine. It has to be something else.
I press my hand down on my erection. No matter where my thoughts go, when it comes to my wife, my dick is in a constant state of need. I’m a fucking grown man. What has happened to me?
Jules. That’s what’s happened. Ever since she came into my world, I’ve been acting out of character. Why am I playing these games? That’s not how I’ve gotten where I am in life. This shit ends tonight. She is going to realize what it means to truly be mine.
14
Julieta
Vincent in a suit is one thing, but a tux is a whole other level of hotness. This night is going to be pure torture. My whole body has been buzzing with sexual need for over a week now. It doesn’t matter if I try and find the relief I need myself, I can't. Oh, I can get there. All I have to do is think about that shower with Vincent and I’m there, but the orgasm is nowhere near being on the level as the one he gave me.
Why can’t I be one of those cool girls that can just disconnect? Why do I have to attach emotion to it? People have sex all the time just to get off. Nothing more or less. Vincent seems like a great guy. We could be friends. Even as these thoughts play through my mind, I know how stupid they are. My heart would be gone to him in seconds. I think he might have some of it already or I wouldn’t be acting the way I have been lately.
It doesn't help that I’m all dolled up and feel damn sexy. When I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I couldn’t get over how good I looked, considering I didn’t have a full makeover. We went with some light touches to play up my natural features. The hair and makeup girls knew what they were doing. So did the woman who picked my dress. Then again, I guess that’s why they get paid the big money. I heard one of the women say that Vincent wanted me to still look like me. That shouldn’t have given me warm fuzzies, but it did. No matter how hard I try to keep him out of my emotions, he is always there.